The following is a former winner of the Amazing but Incredibly True Story Contest.
Copyright Morgan Pfaff, 1998
Two months ago my fiance and I travelled to northern Wisconsin to do research for a book I was writing on the Ojibwa Indians of the Bad River Reservation. That night we stayed at a motel in nearby Ashland. We were tired from driving all day, and I was somewhat disgruntled by the state of the place we'd found. The furnishings were old and shabby, and the motel had an uncared-for look, nothing like the descriptions I'd found in a travel guide.
We had a room on the second floor above the office, and seemed to be the only people in that section. My fiance fell asleep almost immediately, but I was feeling restless and decided to stay up and finish the book I was reading. About an hour later, I suddenly became aware that 'someone' had entered the room. My gaze was drawn to the wall opposite the bed, and it seemed as if I could see the outline of a person standing against the faded wallpaper.
Surprisingly, I was not alarmed by this. I only felt a deep and overwhelming sense of sorrow emanating from this spirit. I had the sense that it was a young woman who had lived many years ago, near the turn of the century, and that she was a common presence in this area of the motel. It seems she did not choose this particular room to haunt, but was drawn to my 'sensitivity'. I had always had a strong intuition, and quite a few unexplainable coincidences, but was somewhat fearful of my psychic gift, which runs strongly in my family.
Long moments were spent where I simply communicated my sympathy toward this lost soul. I didn't know why she was so unhappy, but it seemed enough to her just to be able to communicate her feelings. I then tried a technique I use often whenever I am fearful, or my daughter has a bad dream. I envision a warm yellow light emanating from myself, expanding to fill the room, offering security and comfort. I told the spirit that I was sorry I couldn't help her more, that I couldn't help her 'move toward the light' and release her from her earth-bound soul, but that I simply wasn't strong enough. She told me that that was okay, that it was enough her for her.
Slowly I felt her leaving, dissipating back toward the hallway. Just as she was almost gone, she reappeared, and offered me a gift in exchange for my help. She told me that if I wanted to strengthen my psychic gifts, I needed to purify my body, by consuming organic foods and drinking pure water, so that I wouldn't cloud my thinking. It made sense to me, and I was so excited I barely noticed her going a second time.
As she was leaving, I began to wonder if I wasn't going crazy. After all, I hadn't really seen or heard anyone, and it seemed to all be in my head. Suddenly, the curtains in our room blew straight up in the air, standing vertical for a long breathless moment. The night was absolutely still, and the weighted curtains hadn't moved at all in the time we'd been there.
I have no "proof" that any of this happened, but I feel absolutely certain that I made contact with a spirit, and that her gift enriched my life for the better
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